Представляем точный текст композиции "U.P.T" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juvenile . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «U.P.T» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juvenile передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juvenile - "U.P.T"
Lyrics to U.P.T : [B.G. & Baby] Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) H.Bs and The B.G.s (Whats happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas) [B.G.] When I got that iron in my hand Im going to slang it When I got that drama on my mind Im going to bring it I aint backing down from no nigga thats hatin If the nigga say I aint bout my buisness look here he hatin [Baby] Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin Fuckin wit my H.Bs nigga Im gonna bring it Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin [B.G.] Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get takin Paper is burn They come fast, ya cant shake it Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That comes from 7 hard years of dedication [Manny Fresh] Fuckin wit my B.G. nigga Im puttin '''' and Im a '''' me nigga Thats believing worth six niggas We call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga) [B.G.] Police can investigate but they aint gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas We see them working on something look here we riders Aint like working niggas Any block with a flussy That goes for the boss too We aint got no picks to choose it We get cha if we gotta Wig split cha if we gotta I know you aint got word that B.G.s a rider So keep it on the D.L If you got keys dont serve nobody but off V.L Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell 6 ft. deep Its a filthy dirty rizell On the U.P.T I was raised in the streets But I put it on my mind By the time I was nine I was pushin nigga I was slangin that nine [Lil Wayne] Na, Na, Na, Na Now them them dont want us They know me and Turk dont fuss in the corners They already know that we brothers, Blood Or whatever you wanna call it Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics Plus we ballers So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens [Turk] Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga) To the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we aint playin [Lil Wayne] Na, Na, Na, Na Now why O why Lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord [Turk] Niggaz wanna learn hard way Give it to em like that Make em suffer Put that bitch wit a bag [Juvenile] I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Whos the muthafucka'" Nigga Juvs the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka Either theres been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks And Im gonna '''' me nigga If they put me in that shit Look Im gonna tell ya like I tell my folks Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke Even if it means creepin up slow Busting out shots out my black Volvo Fo sho, cause aint nobody gonna run me I dont want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me She aint bring me in the world for that She aint raise no hos She could have had a girl for that I been realized, Im all in Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin Make a nigga recognize, Im starvin Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin Cause aint no peace treaties wodie You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie I told you boy, Im a souljah boy U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy [B.G. Talking] Slangin nine Fo sho nigga Thats how we layin it down for the 98 all the way to the 99 Worldwide Slangin nine All you bus pass niggas better recognize [Juvenile Talking] This on here bouncin all out ya heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my brother Corey Ask B.G.s nigga Ask Suga Slimm [B.G. Talking] You aint got no muthafuckin heart Got the butcha knife chillin Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga Ah ha, Ah ha How You Luv That now nigga' Whats up now nigga' Talk that shit now What, Whats up I thought we was what kind of boys Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha [Juvenile Talking] I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world Nigga aint no beef nigga Its bout money Nigga if you aint making no money I cant talk [B.G. Talking] Shut the fuck Nigga aint got no words for ya Its all about the fetti [ U.P.T Lyrics ]
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